Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-01-30
A Morning Ride.

One OF the most dellght1ul experl'
encss that can be enjoyed in travelling is
to take seat at the open windows of
locomotive No. 3 of the Los Angeles and
San Gabriel Valley railread, with
Wright Baldwin at the tErottle.valye e
and Thos. Carter, fireman.
BY the kind permission of General
Manager S. p. Jewett, of that railway,
HERALD reporter was permitted TO en-.
JOY morning ride over its smooth. well
ballasted track in u brigh: morning
hour.
When the clock in the depot indicat-
ed the hour of starting Carter tink led
bis little bell, which seemed TO be intel
ligibIe to the iron-hearted horse. Bald.
win gently touched the polished lever
and away flew the engine like thing of
life.
Over the river and up tho grade the
lively engine dashed along. now faster
now slower, as the track changed from
straight to curves, as obedient as q
docile horse at the reins that guided
him. Like living creature it painted
short breaths and quick as it climbed the
grades, and slower breathed as it rolled
over the plains.
The city in moment was left behind
ard the hundreds of passengers felt safe
in the hands of Baldwin aud his iron
steed. Up to Highland Park the train
flew away when little "No. 3" lifted up
his voice and announced his coming. To
person outside the train the hoarse
shout of a locomotive seems harsh and
unmelodious, but TO those who guide the
frey chariot:
"His voice sounds like prophets word"
The beautiful homes of Highland
Park were passed like fash or a
charming phase in a dream. and in q
moment the great voice of the engine
shouted to beautiful GarvanZo with its
charming homes, Behold, l am com.
ing" and the rocks on the bold cliff
send back the echo, ''Pm coming"
While crossing the Arroyo Seco Bald
win patted the lever to make him go
more slow, and then he shouted good
morning to the shady groves of Lincoln
Park, climbed up to South Pasadena
and Raymond with painting but resolute
breath, and woke the echoes from every
cliff.
From this point the grade was easier,
and the breath of the willing monster
partook of the change, ana required
less care of Carter to furnish him with
food and water for his ardent desires.
Busy, bustling Pasadena was glad to
hear the voice OF the iron giant who
brings tn them a hundred friends and
thousand letters. In a moment the
grade changes and Carter lays aside his
shovel and takes hold of the bell.rope to
ring for the crossings, while the engine
flies down through Olivewood, Lamanda
Park, Santa Anita and Monrovia at the
rate of thirty miles All hour with def.
ant hiss, as much as to say, "See what l
can do when l have chance" But
Baldwin handles the air-brakes and
checks his pet from going at sixty miles,
as it we'll might do, and lands his pas.
sencers at the end of the track in the
beautiful Duarte rancho.
There is an enchanting fascination
about riding on locomotive that Is
quick and responsive to the touch as a
harp to hands of player. And it is
no wonder that an engineer becomes at
tached to an engine as person becomes
to favorite horse or other animal. A
morning ride on a locomotive past beau
tiful homes, with gardens of flowers,
and through orange groves for miles in
extent is perfect enchantment, and the
person SO enchanted is utterly oblivous
Of danger and cares not how fast the
fiery engine fiiei. The faster the more
agre cable. As the cranks and pistons
a1d wheels do their lightning work it is
exhilarating as a grand orchestra or the
pround swell of an organ. For this su.
preme Joy of morning ride with the &c
com mplished Baldwin the HERALD re-
porter is under great obligations to Man
ager Jewett.